The morning sun filtered through the canopy of the island’s dense foliage, casting dappled light on the wooden floor of the treehouse. Ruhani’s breath came in shallow gasps as Atharv body loomed over hers, his presence overwhelming. The air was thick with the scent of earth and sweat, the sounds of the island—chirping birds, rustling leaves—muted by the intensity of the moment. Atharv naked form was a stark contrast to the natural surroundings, his muscular frame glistening with a sheen of perspiration. His cock, thick and rigid, stood at attention, its veins pulsing with anticipation.